Meet the medic

Posted on Sunday February 24th, 2019 @ 22:29 hours by Volok & Ami Lewis

Mission: Pixie Dust
Location: Medical
Timeline: MD1
692 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Ami had scrubbed the medical bay to perfection. She had stored all the medical equipment in their proper slots and cleaned it all. Her own belongings were in a small cabin which she had yet to see, but she felt accomplished as she looked around the now pristine and organized medical bay. She had also fixed the door to the small office, which had been jammed open by, what she deemed, an over enthusiastic starfleet security officer. Her quick thinking had, ensured the medical bay was fully stocked by the stations quartermaster's office just before they had left dock and she was satisfied that she had enough supplies to cover a fairly major emergency.

Volok was heading for a familiar part of the ship, the med bay. Although his medical career had been served mostly in sick bays of Starfleet vessels, only the size and level of equipment would be different. He wanted to see how their medic was settling in. When he turned the corner and entered the freshly scrubbed room, it was not exactly what he expected. Cargo ship med bay usually didn't have the best reputation, but this one did outshine the rest of the ship by a margin. "This is one immaculate medical bay." Volok said with a hint of amazement.

Ami looked at the newcomer. "Thank you. It is what it should be." She held out a hand. "I am Ami."

Volok returned the handshake. "My name is Volok. Am I right in assuming that you run the medical facilities aboard this vessel?" he asked, probably stating the obvious. But... that's what Vulcans do best.

"I do now." She said. "Just came on board yesterday." Pausing she studied him. "I take it you are the first mate of the Fawkes?"

"You are correct. My apologies for not introducing myself correctly." Volok said with a slight nod. He was still adjusting to his new role as well. "Did you find everything to be in order?" He asked, trying to find out if she did inventory next to cleaning.

"Ah well no." Ami said. "The medical bay was trashed by whoever was here last. I had to call the station quartermaster to get the supplies we will require. And I will need to send a list of 'stockpile' supplies to the ships quartermaster."

Volok appreciated the fact that she had taken the necessary precautions to have the med bay ready for every contingency. In his medical career he had taken the same approach as you never know what you might come up against. "I will make sure your list will get the necessary priority." he said adding his support. "Where have you obtained your medical skills?" he asked, in a sense of Vulcan small-talk.

"My homeworld of Cortic IV. Its a distant colony world. Small university there." Ami said softly.

Volok raised his right eyebrow barely noticeable. "I am not familiar with the reputation of that institution, but I expect you are a qualified physician since you have got the job." He said, expressing both expectations and a compliment of sort. "However, you seem a bit young to have extended experience in the medical field." He asked, less than subtle.

She flashed a smile at him. "I am very smart Mr Volok. I was training for my profession since childhood."

Volok looked slightly puzzled, finding the logic why a child would be training to be a medical professional from a young age. It wasn't uncommon for remote colonies to maximise resources, but still. "Your parents were doctors?"

"No. But they saw the need for a person with my skills. My father was a land owner and my mother a teacher."

"They? Did you have any choice in the matter?" Volok asked wondering if her profession was voluntary.

"yes.I wanted to be a doctor." She smiled.

Volok gave a slight nod. "That is agreeable. I trust that you are up to the task, but still it would be best if we could keep the need for medical assistance to a minimum and arrive safely at our destination."

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Volok
First Mate
SS Fawkes

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Ami Lewis
Ship's Physician
SS Fawkes